I try really hard to be a good mom but there are days. Days like today. Mornings like this morning that I want to put in my two weeks notice and move on. That's a joke. Why do kids have to be so difficult? I am a big believer in picking your battles. I try not to make a big deal about the little things so hopefully I can have more impact on the big things that really matter.
But...but...this morning it was all about little things. It's about appearance. My middle son has long, curly, shaggy hair. Not long, long, not to his shoulders but it's so scruffy looking. I really don't care about the length if he would just BRUSH IT! What is so hard about brushing your hair? maybe wetting it down, maybe putting some product in it. Just trying to look halfway decent. I don't go for the whole rolled out of bed look. The fact is that teachers are going to make judgements of you based on your appearance. If you look like you don't give a crap, they're going to think that you don't.
So now I've turned into the mother who threatens her son with a buzz haircut. When did that happen? How did that happen? The fact is that if my mom said go brush your hair, I went and brushed my hair. There was no discussion. There was no argument. I did what I was told. I just feel like I have no control or authority over my kids. They seem to think my directions are just suggestions to be ignored and that irritates the heck out of me.
So issue number two. My youngest thinks his clothes should be tight. I buy him shirts that fit and he won't wear them. He wanted to wear the same dirty shirt that he wore yesterday when there were three other clean perfectly acceptable shirts. Ack! Why do they have to be this way? I have to disappear the too small clothes. I try to point out that the other kids shirts don't fit that way. He is always telling me that he's "not a giant". I KNOW you're not a giant but these shirts are NOT TOO BIG. It seems like such a silly thing to get upset about but it's just aggravating. I don't want my kid wearing a dirty shirt to school. So I have to resort to telling him that I will not fill out his school paperwork if he doesn't put on a clean shirt. He screams, threatens to run away, goes out the back door and pouts then eventually comes in and puts on one of the clean shirts. Of course, picking the oldest, smallest one of the bunch even though it has Buzz Lightyear and in third grade, he is much to mature and cool for Buzz Lightyear - ha ha.
Well they are all off to school now. I wonder what the issue will be with my oldest tommorow. At least they seem to take turns giving me a hard time. Tommorow will be his day.